I thought Marcus was going to be in my life forever. Then I thought I was wrong. Now heโs back. But this time I know whatโs certain: Marcus will be gone again, and back again and again and again because nothing is permanent. Especially people. Strangers become friends. Friends become lovers. Lovers become strangers. Strangers become friends once more, and over and over. Tomorrow, next week, fifty years from now, I know Iโll get another one-word postcard from Marcus, because this one doesnโt have a period signifying the end of the sentence. Or the end of anything at all.
Megan McCaffertyWhat I envy most about you and everyone else heading back to school is the certainty of it all. Youโve got a prescribed set of requirements to guide you through the next few years. Focus your energy on the completion of those assignments and youโll succeed. Guaranteed. Whereโs my syllabus to guide me through life?
Megan McCafferty